a mental image that needed to be shared: percy using the gloves of missile snaring to catch a small excitable quarter elf
perhaps even a small, excitable quarter elf who’s trying (without permission) to figure out how to use Mama’s broom
(So far it’s mostly just running around the house like they’re riding a hobby horse, but on occasion there’s a little bit of lift, and more speed than there ought to be even for a rambunctious kidlet with energy to spare. 😉
#the gloves of missile snaring have three uses post-retirement:#1. to catch kisses blown his way by his wife#2. to catch things being thrown by angry babies who’ve inherited both his and vex’s hand-eye coordination and projectile accuracy#3. to catch slightly older quarter-elves who have just uttered the words ‘papa catch me’ from somewhere above his head#half of the children have inherited vex’s love of flight and this means that they will scale the tallest surface available to them#like kittens #because apparently#they wanna see if they can give their father a heart attack before the age of 40 (X)